Pushing the button you begin your Bear transformation.
You feel your body expand as you grow taller and broader. You watch in the full length mirror as the changes begin. Your bones grow and there’s a dull ache as they expand to a huge frame. You top out around 6’5” and you’re close to 3 feet wide. You have a huge barreled chest and your limbs are long ending in big feet and big hands. Your head is larger and your jaw is squared impression. You have a broad friendly face and intelligent eyes.
You look down at your equipment and find that you are extremely well endowed, yet at this moment, you look like a skinny oversized basketball player.
Then the muscle begins to form. The ache from the bones was not quite as intense as the building of layer upon layer of brawn. You close your eyes tightly as the pain increases. Bones creak as they shift with the new weight being placed on them. You double over in pain and open your eyes and catch a glimpse of the huge man in the mirror in agony. You fall to your hands and knees and feel like throwing up and just as you’re about to lose your lunch, the pain stops. You feel dizzy as new information fills your brain. Information about being the Bear you are becoming.
You look into the full length mirror.
A large, muscle Bear looks back. You smile at the changes, but feel other changes beginning.
You stand. These changes don’t seem to cause pain. You watch, as a layer of fat begins to soften the definition of all that muscle. You watch, amazed and a little aroused as you grow a nice, medium sized beer belly (or is that ‘Bear Belly’? you wonder).
You rub your smooth body and realize as the all over body itching begins that fur was all that was lacking. You begin scratching everywhere you can reach. You grab a backscratcher, then another, and double hand scratch at your back. You are becoming a full bear.
Thick hair grows on your broad muscular back and your chest and belly become a dark brown furry mat. Your pale skin can still be seen underneath, but you are quite substantially furry. Your groin is a forest of pubic hair and your legs and arms are covered in curly fur. Your butt is as furry as your legs and you look in the mirror now that you’ve satisfied most of your itching to see that you have hair on your upper arms and shoulders, but best of all is your thick luxurious beard that is beginning to sprout. Your full attention is focused on scratching your neck, cheeks and upper lip. You watch as a month’s worth of dense beard growth pushes out of your broad handsome face. You scratch and then, you rub and finally you stroke. Your beard is thick and soft and you love the way it feels as you play with it. Your hand wanders through it and your other hand reaches down for your cock. You’re stiff and love the feeling of all this muscle, fur and fat on your huge body.
A beep from the Chronivac draws your attention. You look over and see the words ‘Transformation, complete’ on the screen. You see a couple of options, but you’ll deal with that in a moment.
It’s time to get dressed. You look over and see your clothes have changed as well. There’s a large pair of construction boots complete with traces of dried mud on them and a pair of dirty socks in them. There’s a very well worn pair of large jeans with a thick brown belt in the belt loops. A pair of tighty-whitey briefs that are neither very tight looking nor are they that white. They look like they’ve been worn for a couple of days and are a good 4 months old by the general dingy look and the small holes in them. Still, to you and your new way of thinking, they’re a comfortable pair of sweat soaked underwear you put on this morning. The same pair you’ve worn all work week. You slip those on first and feel the cool musky sweat on your cock and balls. You sit and slip the socks on, then the pants and the boots. You tie the boots and stand to button and zip up the jeans. You tighten the belt and look at your last remaining items of clothing.
You see the sweat soaked white tank top with the holes the come from a few months of regular wear. Like the underwear, it’s cool musky sweat feels good against your barreled chest. Lastly, the worn red and black plaid shirt, also sweaty, slips over your huge torso. The sleeves are rolled up already and in the pocket you notice a couple of cigars. You feel your in your jeans pocket and find a lighter, keys to a what you know is an old Chevy pickup truck. You pick up a plastic hard hat and put it on. The sweat band inside is filthy and soaked like your shirt with your sweat, but this does not trouble you.
You reach around with your right hand and in your back pocket, attached to a chain, you find your black leather wallet with about $500., your ATM and credit cards and your California State Drivers license. You pull it out and look at your photo. It’s a below average rendition of your handsome face, except in the photo you’re wearing a bushy moustache that grows down on either side of your chin and you notice there’s quite a bit of stubble on the cheeks an chin. You read the stats:
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 350 lbs.
Date of Birth: 5-27-1960
Lastly you read the name. Hank S. Greerson. The name suits you, of course. It feels as comfortable on you as your work clothes and the ring on your finger. Wait, there’s no ring on your finger. You reach into your pocket and pull out a plain gold, scuffed band and put it on your ring finger. Remembering, you open the wallet and look at your mate, the one who wears the other gold band. You see a large Bearish man in the photo standing next to you. You’re both wearing tuxedos; the location is some exotic garden. You remember the commitment ceremony well. You and he are truly Bears.
You put your wallet away with a smile. It’s time to get home to Roger. You look at the options one more time on the Chronivac. You see the 24 hour count down and beside it the touch screen override option buttons that read:
Abort – Reverse Transformation
Extend Time – 1 Day to 1 Year
Save – Permanent Transformation
You, smile, vaguely remembering what you were like before the change and your smile broadens as you think about Roger.
You reach over with a thick furry finger and push…